I was right… I can’t keep secrets from Gill. No, don’t worry, I haven’t told her about this weekend, yet. But I have been going even madder with the preparations (bought my Manchester A-Z today, and a few essential oils to mix up an erotic aroma), and… I got my nipple pierced (as you can see, over on the right there). Well, I got back home, stooping slightly to stop my top from rubbing. I was kinda thinking I might try and keep it a secret until the weekend, along with everything else, see whether Gill spotted. But then Gill came home with Greta and Lester and a bag full of John Lewis shopping - she’d bought up some of the cheapo kitchen items that our wedding guests hadn’t bought from the gift list, told me she had a wedding present for me. So I just couldn’t resist saying I had a wedding present for her… and showing her. Except now Gill’s half excited and half miserable, because she thinks I’ve gone “young again” and keep doing exciting things and she doesn’t keep doing exciting things and… which could be fun, I’ll wait to see how she trumps me tomorrow hahahaha!

Anyway, getting used to this now, it’s funny. Was pretty painful having it done - the woman literally poked around inside my nipple with a kind of skewer-straw thing, trying to find the right exit point, took a bit longer to do than I’d have liked, almost took me back to the doctor’s that time he sliced my finger down to the bone without any anasthetic and then pressed his entire weight on it to try and squeeze the pus out. But now the major pain has subsided, and it’s rather like walking around with a dull heartache, quite pleasant in a masochistic sort of way.